Ok so here it is the first chapter of my new story. After much consideration and in listening to everyone else's opinions I decided to go with the least popular choice ha-ha, to anyone that wanted the sweating sickness challenge or the marques of Pembroke challenge to be chosen I am sorry, but do not despair both of them will be written in time, in fact I did start writing the first chapter of the sweating sickness challenge, when a desire to write this story overcame me as I thought it would be the most interesting to explore.

So here it is my response to the King Arthur challenge.

First let me note a few details about this story, I will be sticking to the show in terms of appearances, but to history on mostly everything else, as much as is possible in an AU that is, most notably as in an Act of fate, Mary and Margret Tudor will not be mixed as one person, they will be as they were in history two very different individuals.

To anyone that is worried that my commencement of this story will in anyway affect An Act of Fate, do not worry, An act of Fate will remain my priority, and I will try to update both around the same time when I can, in fact the next chapter of An act of Fate is currently being written.

Anyway on with the story, as usual I own nothing, I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Arthur Prince of Wales, survives his illness in 1502, but not without dire consequences for the Tudor Line. Just how would The Tudor Line continue, when there is a King Arthur II instead of a King Henry VIII? And what would become of Henry if he were not to be King, would he still be the tryrant obsessed with a male heir, would he be something better? Or Something worse?

Chapter One: A miracle.

2nd of April 1502

Ludlow Castle Wales

Residence of the Prince and Princess of Wales.

Four people knelt in prayer, all of them in different parts of the palace of Ludlow, all of them in essence praying for the same thing, even if in a way they all wanted a different outcome.

King Henry, in the large chapel of Ludlow, was praying for the life of his eldest child, his Prince of Wales, his golden boy. When Henry had heard of Arthur's sickness he, and Elizabeth had left for Ludlow immediately taking with them, his own personal physician and Harry. Arthur couldn't die,, not now, he was too young, he had not even reached his sixteenth birthday and he was just newly married. A marriage, Henry thought, which had taken great pains to bring about.

Although Henry knew within his heart that the marriage between Arthur and Katherine had been a good one, a fine match worthy for the future King of England, his mothers voice, her fear of Spanish blood tainting the Tudor line, still entered his thoughts sometimes. His Lady mother feared for the succession as much as he himself did, and how could he not, with the war of roses still ever so present in his and everyone else's minds. There was not much his mother and wife agreed upon, in fact there was almost nothing they ever agreed upon, they were too different and in a way they were too similar too, they were both too stubborn and unwilling to relent, and yet they had both shared a certain level of distaste of his choice of bride for Arthur. They had been in agreement thought an English match would be best, but Henry had known that Arthur would need a strong powerful woman by his side, and what better then an Infata of Spain.

She was a pleasant child, young Katherine, she was pleasing to look at, and had a level of intelligence usually only found in males. She was a good match for his eldest, Arthur who was shy and docile, who had an even and calm temperament, he needed a woman with fire and passion, Henry had known upon first meeting young Katherine that she would do his son well, and it was his greatest hope that the two of them would bear many healthy Tudor princes and princesses', it was the two of them that would bring about his golden age. His line would live through them. Elizabeth upon meeting the girl, had instantly changed her sentiments, his wife was too kind to ever truly hold anything against a young innocent girl who was simply doing as she was bid, just as his wife had done when she had married him (against her own wishes), his mother had not been so forgiving, she hated young Katherine with a passion, almost as much as she detested the fact that Arthur was her first born grandchild, another thing his wife and mother had in common, Harry was their favorite.

Henry loved all his children, be they boys or girls, but it was no secret to anybody, that his eldest two were his favorites; just as his youngest two were Elizabeth's. Arthur and Margret were his Tudor heirs, while Harry and Mary reminded him too much of the Yorks and Woodville's. This was another reason why he could not afford to lose his eldest, oh yes he would be heartbroken at the death of his child, just as he had been heartbroken when little Edmund had died so unexpectedly, but that was not the only reason he could not afford to lose his son. If Arthur died, young Harry would become his Prince of Wales, the future King of England, and Henry feared how such an outcome would eventuate. There was too much of his Grandfather in him, Elizabeth had spoiled him too much, Arthur was the King England deserved, the one that was promised, young Harry was not fit to rule, as much as he loved his son he was not born to be a king, surely God would see that.

Queen Elizabeth too, was knelt in prayer, seated in her own chambers in front of the wooden crucifix she had bought with her to Ludlow, her rosary beads clasped in her hands as she prayed furiously for the life of her son. Elizabeth had finally thought that her family had found peace, she had been content with what had become of her life for the first time in years, what had she done to cause her such punishments now, why was it that God would take away her youngest boy just over a year ago and now he would try to take away her oldest as well. Had she not suffered enough misery in her years?

She had thought the loss of Edmund had been terrible, but when she was told that Arthur might not make it to see his sixteenth birthday she had all but felt her heart burst in two. Had God not taken enough from her? Sometimes she felt as if she were cursed, as if her York blood was cursed. Her husband thought so too, he would never say such words out loud but Elizabeth could see it in his eyes at times, when Edmund had died she had saw it, he blamed her and her blood, when he looked at Harry and Mary she saw it too, he thought them too much like her. Neither of them had wanted their marriage, Elizabeth had wanted to take the throne of England for herself (as was her right, she had a better claim) but her mother had warned her against it, pleaded with her almost, to marry the Tudor boy and keep their line, her fathers legacy alive through their children, England will never accept a female monarch. In a way she had grown to love him, and sometimes she thought he too loved her, it wasn't until Arthur was born that she truly felt it, that she knew she did love him, for he had given her, her children, and after so many years of marriage (and the birth of five children) a certain level of fondness was almost always going to develop. However, it was not the love she had dreamed of as a little girl, it was not the love she had grown up surrounded in when she looked at her parents, and while Henry had never been unfaithful to her, or even unkind to her in anyway, he held no passion for her, he loved her yes, but he would survive without her, just as she would survive without him.

That was part of the reason she had been so against Arthur's marriage to the Spanish princess, she had wanted him to be able to fall in love with his wife, not simply love her through obligation. She wanted her son to feel passion and excitement, not simply a desire to fill his wife with children. Perhaps now she would never see what would have become of her sons marriage, the two of them had seemed quite besotted with each other, and Elizabeth knew the marriage was most certainly consummated. Although she had been shocked to hear that Arthur had bragged about such an event, it was so unlike her eldest to be boastful and confident, that was more of young Harry's way, oh yes, even at eleven, Harry was a confident child, sometimes she felt as if he was her father reincarnated. Elizabeth just knew he would have a way with the ladies aswell, just another reason Elizabeth wanted her husband to give up his absurd notion about Harry joining the clergy. Surely this, Arthur's illness, would make him see that it was essential that Harry marry and father children. She would try to convince Henry once Arthur was well, mayhapes she may even go to her mother-in –law about such a matter, Margret Beaufort was just as distressed at the idea as Elizabeth was, after all Harry was her favorite, a funny thing really given how much he was like King Edward.

Arthur would be well again. Elizabeth had to believe it, God would not take another child from her so curly he would not cast her family into such uncertainty again, Elizabeth had to believe that. Arthur still has so much life left to live.

Prince Henry (Or Harry as he demanded to be called) Tudor, Duke of York, sat kneeling in his bedchamber, as he had been instructed to do. He had to pray to God to spare the life of his brother, his mother and father had said so, as had his Lady Grandmother before they had left Court to go to Ludlow, although she had not been so adamant in her demand. Margret and Mary had not journeyed with them, his grandmother had said it was because they were not as important as he was, his mother had said it was because their hearts were too tender to deal with such matters, he liked his Grandmothers explanation better, he was very important.

Not as important as Arthur of course, but that may soon change if Arthur didn't survive his illness. Not that Harry wished for that of course he didn't, it would be a wicked thing to wish, and he loved his brother very much, but sometimes Harry did wish that he was the older brother and not just the second son, not just the spare. If he were the Prince of Wales Harry would never have gotten sick, for he was too strong and brave for such things, and he would be a good and just ruler just like his father, but he would also be loved just like his Grandfather King Edward. If he were King, he knew he would make a good husband too and he was sure Princess Katherine would much prefer to be married to someone brave and strong like Harry rather than Arthur who liked his books and studies far too much and who was much too stern nowadays.

But Harry knew none of that would ever happen, Arthur would get better (just like Harry wanted him too) and he and Katherine would have lots of children, and Harry would just be stuck in a church for the rest of his life.

Harry didn't want to lose his brother, but still a little voice in his head couldn't help but think that King Henry the eighth had a nice ring to it.

Catalina (or Katherine as she was now styled) wept loudly her head resting on her husbands leg, as he lay in their bed, looking weak and pale, Katherine had heard the talk, there was not much hope for his survival. Some even blamed Katherine for her husbands sickness, as if she were a curse on him, it was hard not to believe really since everyday since their wedding night he had only gotten sicker. Yet she too had fallen ill, her bout of illness however had been neither as severe nor as long as her husbands.

Be Strong my Daughter and remember who you are, her mothers parting words to her echoed in her mind, not for the first time since she had reached English soil. She was finding it hard to be brave now however, how was she supposed to be brave when everything was falling to pieces around her. What would she do if Arthur died, oh she didn't know how she would survive, she was in love with him and she was not afraid to say it. Her husband was kind and sweet and loving and he had given her everything she had ever asked for, he had not minded her foreign tongue nor dress, and he was yet to look at another woman since the day of their wedding, six months ago now. She had thought they would live a long and happy life, to rule as King and Queen of people's hearts, she would give him many children, boy and girls, and their line would give birth to the golden age, that her husbands parents so desperately wanted, now all she had dreamed of seemed nothing but a fairytale, and she could not help but wonder what she had done wrong, why else would she be so cruelly punished. She had been born to be a Queen and now even that seemed an unlikely reality. How would her new family treat her if Arthur was to die, she could not help but think King Henry was only so kind to her because of the huge dowry she had bought to his shores, and she was not blind to see that neither Queen Elizabeth nor Arthur's grandmother were particularly fond of her, they had wanted an English Queen, and Katherine was very un-English, young Prince Harry, was the only one (save Arthur), that she thought truly like her, perhaps they would marry her to him, if Arthur were to die, but no she couldn't think that way, her husband had to live, she could not lose him after she had only just found him.

" Please God, spare him," She whispered, her words Spanish (she still had not quite grasped the English language) her tears splattering on their bed sheets, " I need him, I love him please, take anything you want, but spare my husband."

" Katherine," She whipped her head up faster than she thought possible, at the sound of her husbands voice, as she looked at him, it was as if he had never been sick at all, it was a miracle, a blessing from God.

As she fell into her husbands arms, sobs escaping her lips, she thanked God for her had granted her wish, but she would not help but wonder at what price.

A/N, so what did you all think? Is it worth continuing? Please leave a review, to let me know what you think.